Thoughts are hugging me today
I seem to not want it to go away
Don’t know if that’s good thing
Or if it’s just fear they bring
Either way it has me thinking
Where do they come from?
Are they all mine?
Why the sudden rush?
Should I just press flush?
Or do I let them keep coming?
I’m not running
I like to sit in it
And process bit by bit
A lot of these thoughts
Charge my body with creative juices
No more excuses
I just have to write it down
Some thoughts want me to drown
In a pool of worry
Telling me to hurry
On things in my future I can’t control
Like a sickening troll
Then I sit back and release the judgement
It doesn’t bring me contentment
This poem might just be my thoughts
On a page
Organizing themselves on this paper’s stage
Or maybe it’s my fingers’ creation
It’s probably just a simple notation
Ace